A/N: I want to thank everyone who commented on the last chapter. It's so nice reading all your comments and getting your feedback. I love to know your thoughts on the characters and developments so far, so feel free to comment and let me know.
As you can see in this chapter, I include some of the lines from the deleted scene that was supposed to be in episode 4x04 during the Brittana breakup. I still can't figure out why the writers deleted those incredibly romantic lines... or Brittany's solo song/performance of "Dancing On My Own" during Diva, which would have been the best Brittany solo song we ever got had it been included. As a Brittany fan, I'm still so sad we never got that one.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
"I'm really sorry for being such a jerk and making you cry. I was being stupid but I know I hurt your feelings."
Brittany was silent for a while and bit down on her lip like she did when she was anxious about something. Seeing this made Santana feel even worse. She grunted in frustration, more at herself than anyone else. She couldn't take that upset look on the blonde's face, especially knowing she was responsible. Even though it was so tempting to just avoid talking about it, Santana didn't want to run away from their problems like she did in the past.
"Britt," She continued quietly, stroking the blonde's cheek reassuringly, "I know you want to say something more to me. You don't have to be scared to talk about your true feelings with me."
"It just really… hurts me when you're like that, sometimes, like you were at the party. I felt like I did something wrong."
"I know," Santana murmured brokenly. "I'm so, so sorry, Brittany. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. You didn't do anything wrong. You weren't the one I was really angry at anyway."
Brittany's face softened and she smiled gently, knowing how much it probably took from Santana to admit such a thing. She was definitely maturing and her apologizing to her like this showed how far she had come. Santana felt relieved by that response from her. At least she hadn't completely ruined things.
"Why did you react that way? You know there isn't anything going on between Jake and I. There never was."
The thought of Jake made Santana's anger flare up instantly and her voice got a little louder.
"That fucking asshole was trying to flirt with you. Can't you see? He wanted a replacement for his homely girl next door girlfriend."
"Santana," Brittany spoke up warningly, her eyes narrowing as she saw her lover's temper rising as Santana tensed up. "You know it wasn't that bad. Please, calm down. This is exactly what we've been talking about. Why do you get like this sometimes?"
"Then he saw you, you were way hotter than her, and there's no way he'd be able to resist you."
"San, it's really sweet that you think of me that way but you're just losing your temper over nothing."
Santana shook her head.
"I don't want to argue again."
"We don't have to argue. You know I never want to argue with you."
Santana took one look at her face and broke down in tears in her arms. All of her feelings kept pouring out.
"I'm not good enough for you. It's all my fault that you ran away at the party and you were in danger, all because I couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut and I upset you. I feel so guilty."
She felt so weak and pathetic for not being able to control herself. Brittany stroked her back, her face softening. She felt sorry for Santana.
"Shh." Brittany was taken aback by her reaction but she knew how Santana got so emotional sometimes. It was like Santana couldn't hold all of the intensity in and then she would be crying to Brittany when it all became too much to handle. She had always been this way, ever since they first met. She loved Santana's strong emotions but sometimes she just wished she could do more to comfort her or know how to soothe her before she erupted like this. She held her tightly, letting Santana cry into her neck.
"I know you want a mature woman and I'm just being this clingy, emotional little teenager who can't process her feelings." She sniffled.
Brittany shook her head, cupping Santana's face and trying to get her to understand her.
"Don't say bad things about yourself. I do really want that… but I love you , Santana. I really love you. Even when you're not perfect. No one is perfect."
"I know I acted cold with you and said some things I shouldn't have when I snapped."
"I know. I forgive you and I hate when we argue like that. I know you're the jealous type and it's usually hot but I really don't know why you get so jealous sometimes. Jake means practically nothing to me, especially in comparison to you. He's barely even a friend and you're everything to me."
Santana felt relieved to hear Brittany say that, feeling like a weight was lifted from her even though she knew rationally that Brittany had nothing going on with the boy. She could see from Brittany's blue eyes and hear in her voice that she was being completely honest. Sometimes she just needed the reassurance that it was her Brittany really cared about the most.
"I get that, Britt. It's just…"
"You know I think it's really hot when you're all jealous and territorial most of the time but sometimes it upsets me too because I know you're hurting inside when you get like that - when you just go too far. You've always been like this with me and guys - Artie, Rory, even lots of others before that. I know why you want me to yourself but it just seems like you're threatened by everyone. Why do you feel this way? Even after everything we've been through? Sometimes… it makes me feel like you don't trust me."
Santana was stunned into silence, shaking her head slowly as she couldn't quite believe Brittany would ever think she didn't trust her. She was so caught up in her own pain that she had never really thought about how Brittany must feel about her reacting that way all the time.
It was just so instinctual and she couldn't help but want Brittany to herself so badly that she'd feel threatened by those boys. Santana hesitated, trying to think of how to explain herself even though every instinct in her wanted to run away from the conversation.
She had never really had to explain herself to Brittany before because everytime Santana's jealousy flared in the past, it usually lead to them kissing heatedly and having some of their best sex. This calmed both of them down, satisfying a need they both had for each other, then the problem seemed to solve itself on its own.
It was one of those aspects of their relationship that they never really talked about, even though they both knew how upset Santana got about the idea of Brittany being with other people. Brittany knew it was a touchy subject for her girlfriend.
"It's not because I don't trust you. Britt, I trust you with my life. It's just… Can I be totally honest with you about something? It's really hard for me to talk about this."
Brittany nodded, curious about what she was going to say. Santana had rarely ever opened up to even Brittany on this level before and the blonde knew the girl had probably never even been this vulnerable with her own parents. Santana just kept all of her deepest vulnerabilities so tightly locked away - almost like if she didn't acknowledge them they'd eventually disappear.
"Sure, Baby. It's okay. I'm here."
"I know I act really confident but sometimes feel… really insecure about myself," Santana started to tear up, her voice shaking. "You know I've always… felt like I needed to fight so hard to prove myself. I was second best to Quinn, Rachel's always been ten steps ahead of me... sometimes I just hate them."
Santana wasn't saying anything new to them. Brittany had always known what she was saying but she also knew that it probably took all of Santana's strength to be able to admit all of this out loud. Her girlfriend had an ego and the blonde just knew there was no one else in the world Santana would be comfortable enough with to make herself so vulnerable. She felt touched that Santana trusted enough to let her in.
"Hell, even loser nerds like Aretha and Lady Hummel are doing well for themselves. Next thing you know Goth Tina will be on Broadway. Everyone at that stupid party was judging me for not having some amazing job or college education to show off."
"Oh, Baby. I'm sorry. They were judging you?"
"That's how I felt. It's really, really hard for me to say this but you know I've always felt like I have to fight to be as good as the others. That I need to be the best and win at everything, or else no one will take me seriously."
"I'm sorry they hurt your feelings. I know you felt that way for a long time, Baby," Brittany took her into her arms again, stroking her shoulders. "You should never think that way. You're perfect to me just the way you are. I've seen how far you've come and you've grown so much. I'm proud of you and you don't need to do all of that stuff to impress me."
Santana nodded, leaning into Brittany's touch when she held her face in her hands, stroking her cheeks with her thumbs.
"When we were younger… I was just always so scared you would end up with a guy in the end because…" Santana sobbed, "That's what everyone expects for girls like you. You know, it's just that you were always so beautiful and perfect, I just never expected you would actually love me back, the way I love you. It just seemed too good to be true."
"Really? Santana, you're so silly," Brittany couldn't help but laugh softly because the very idea was just too ridiculous to her. "You were the only one I've ever truly been in love with, ever since I was a little girl."
"I- I was?" Santana's heart fluttered.
"Sometimes I'd even try to make you jealous on purpose. I think you knew it. Even before Artie… I just wanted your attention so badly. I loved your attention and being the only one you treat like your princess. It made me feel so special to be yours. It still does. I know you're the jealous type. You're jealous of everything, even my sex toys and our cat sometimes. It's cute… It's one of the many things I love about you. I just don't like it when it hurts me or you. I love your powerful emotions, I just don't want them to destroy you."
Santana nodded, knowing that Brittany was right about how she took her feelings to an extreme sometimes, allowing that fire to consume her and everything around her to the point where she herself got burnt up in the process.
"The other thing is, Britt, you always wanted babies. Don't try to argue and tell me you didn't because I know you. I know you've wanted that since you were old enough to be able to tell me stories about them. I saw how much it wrecked you when we had the stork scare that one time this summer and you got reminded that we couldn't really have a baby like that. I know it made your heart ache. A baby is something a man could give you so easily that I can't… it's the one thing I can't give you that you want so much and that hurts sometimes to think about, so damn much."
Brittany was stunned into silence, thinking over what Santana had said. She had never really thought of her relationship with Santana as lacking in any way. It made her sad to think that Santana had secretly felt she might be depriving Brittany of something. She leaned over, cupping Santana's jaw and making her look into her eyes.
"Hey, look at me. You're worrying too much, Honey. I do want babies and I always have, you're right… but you know what? I've always wanted you the most, with or without babies. I would have chosen you even if we could never have them together because that's how much I love being with you but you know what? The babies we can have together are perfect for me. I love them because they're part of both of us, regardless of how we get them. They're our children, just as much as they would be if you were a guy. Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Is that how you really feel?" Santana shivered, breathless from emotion. "I'm so damned lucky to have you. How did I ever get this lucky?"
"You know what the best part is? I think the universe is telling us it's meant to happen because look how we got our baby so easily already."
Santana couldn't help but smile when she heard that. Brittany always had a way of calming her by always saying just the right thing.
"I got scared that someday you would find someone - some guy or girl who is better than me. Even back in senior year, that scared the life out of me. At first, I was so scared that maybe you didn't actually love me back. I'm just… me and you're the most beautiful, angelic person I know. You and our baby are the most important things in my life."
Brittany resisted the urge to laugh because she just couldn't understand how her girlfriend could even think that way.
"This is exactly what I mean about how silly you are. You've been my whole world since we were like, six or something. I've wanted to have your babies since forever. There was never anyone else for me."
"Oh, Britt."
"I'm sorry for shouting at you too. You know I really hate arguing with you because that's just not us. I know you were just hurt and lashing out."
"You don't have to apologize. You weren't wrong at all. I know I was out of line."
"Did the others… Did our friends say something that really hurt your feelings?"
"Not one thing in particular but I just feel like I'm a loser around them now. It's like if everyone else has their life together and I can't even figure out how I'm going to be a mom."
"You do have your life together, though, more than you think. Maybe not the way you planned it… but you have something really special with me and our family. None of the others have what we have. We can work on the job stuff together and find something you really want to do eventually."
Santana thought Brittany was making a good point even though she had never thought about it from this perspective before. The blonde could be so wise sometimes.
All this time Santana assumed the only way to be successful was through conventional ways. She thought she had to be famous and make a ton of money on her own. Then she would finally be happy, when she had those things. Her relationship with Brittany and the pure love they had for each other and their child were amazing.
"Thank you for loving me, even though I'm such a fucked up person sometimes."
"You know, I had fears too. I was scared that you might find some sophisticated, smarter girl you like better than me."
"Why would you ever think that?"
"I mean, I know everyone assumes I'm so confident but when you talked about fame and stuff, sometimes it scared me that you'd become some super famous successful person and then you'd forget about me. When you told me that you had that… attraction to that girl in college. That broke my heart, Santana. It was like all of my worst fears were confirmed. I thought you might find some smart, perfect college girl and I was just Brittany, the girl who got held back a year because she wasn't even smart enough to pass."
Santana's lips parted, astounded when she heard this.
"Oh. Britt, that's not it at all. I love you for being you. I don't give a damn about how smart you are. All of that doesn't matter. I think I get it now - why you felt so upset about me and those girls… It's the way it hurts me to think of you with other people but you don't understand. I was never into them the way I was about you."
"I know that now but you have to understand how much it hurt me to think you could love another woman more than me."
"Never, Britt. You're the only one. You know, there's something else I never told you maybe because I so scared or I never found the right way to say it. That day… when we broke up and you shouted at me before about how hurt you felt when I left you behind - you were right about me not being a good girlfriend to you. I meant to call you so many times but I didn't - and not just because I was busy. I didn't call or Skype or even text you because it wasn't enough. What I really wanted to do was to hold your hand. Kiss you. Lay down with you, and fall asleep next to you. And when we'd wake up, we'd be like we were that spring —before everything changed."
"Oh you... That's how you really felt all that time?"
Instead of answering her, Santana just slipped her arms around her waist and their lips met. Brittany wiped happy tears from the sides of her eyes when she pulled away.
"That's so romantic. I think I really need you to make me chocolate chip pancakes and waffles now."
Santana couldn't stop laughing when she heard that line from her girlfriend but happily pulled her toward the kitchen as Brittany skipped along beside her, holding her hand.
Brittany couldn't help but admire Santana's body when she came back from the Pierces' gym room later that night. She was toned and fit but her body was slightly more filled out, like the way it had been in senior year.
"You're looking really good lately. I mean you always do." Brittany had noticed that her girlfriend had become stronger-looking, rather than how thin and peaky she had been when she first saw her in New York those months ago.
"Your mom's been trying to fatten me up." Santana joked with a laugh, smirking when she noticed Brittany admiring her when she took her shirt and sweatpants off. It was more than that, though. She was taking care of herself better, not living on just black coffee and cigarettes anymore now that she was happier and actually allowing herself to relax more. Being with the Pierces was so healing. She didn't feel like life was a constant battle anymore.
"I'm so in love with you. I don't tell you that enough, Beautiful." Santana kissed her deeply, pulling her close and already tugging the pajama pants with cats on them down her girlfriend's long legs.
Brittany helped her by pulling off her tank top, so they were standing there pressed together, both just wearing bras and panties. She stopped to get her hands on Brittany's bare ass, giving it a firm squeeze and enjoying the fullness of it. Brittany whimpered as Santana slanted her mouth over hers, their tongues meeting.
Santana continued to fondle and squeeze her ass as Brittany slipped her arms around her neck, grinding up against her lover's thigh while Santana did the same to her. Santana kissed the freckles on her neck and chest before leaning down to find the ones on her hips and abs.
"I love making babies with you," Brittany hummed against her lips when they were finally on the bed, both now with only their panties on and her girlfriend had just slipped her fingers under the side of her pink panties. She noticed Santana squirm slightly and her eyes instantly darkened, filled with lust. "I love being a mommy with you. Do you want to practice with me?"
The blonde felt Santana's wetness increase against her thigh through the flimsy material of her panties as the darker-haired girl's breathing grew heavier and she bucked up against her taller body. Brittany giggled.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"I have no idea why whenever you say stuff like that, it just turns me on so much." Santana admitted, her face feeling hotter.
This time when they had sex, it was unhurried, soft, and sweet, unlike the frenzy they were in the last time but it was just as passionate. They took their time to kiss lazily and fully worship each other's bodies. Brittany was on top, closing her eyes and concentrating on her pleasure.
She was riding Santana's fingers as her lover sucked her nipple into her mouth and eventually slipped her own hand in between them, touching Santana in her most intimate place in return.
Brittany sped up her movements, grinding and circling her hips. Feeling Santana inside of her and all around her, her firm abs underneath her and that dark, heated gaze watching her every move just turned her on so much.
Santana stilled her three fingers, making Brittany let out a whimper of frustration at first until she just held them in place, moving them up and down. Brittany felt the pleasure burst inside of her and cried out Santana's name, hearing Santana groan when she followed her over the edge.
"Did you ever think about it before? When we were dating." Santana asked shyly, voicing her thoughts aloud as she touched their combined wetness on Brittany's inner thigh afterward.
Brittany had no qualms about things like that. She never got shy about them making a mess or about having Santana's slickness spread all over her or vice versa. Brittany felt it was totally natural.
"About what, Baby?" Brittany tilted her head to the side, watching her.
"About how, it's almost like we could make a baby with both of our genes. I know I sound stupid. It's just so many times when we had sex before, I secretly wondered what that might be like with you if we could. Then I'd tell myself I'm just being stupid."
"Me too. I always did wonder and wish that we could somehow. If anyone could create a baby from pure love, it would be us, right? We've proven that."
"I guess we're really lucky that we got our wish."
Brittany had such a cute way of thinking about things. Santana rested her head lightly against Brittany's stomach, kissing her cute bump. As she lay with her, she couldn't help but think about how perfect it could be if she could spend everyday of her life with Brittany.
She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, thinking back to earlier at the party when she overheard Tina discussing Emma and Will's upcoming wedding plans with Brittany.
A small, contented smile came to her lips as she suddenly had the perfect idea of what she wanted to give Brittany for Christmas. She pulled the girl's hand up to her lips, kissing her ring finger as they both drifted off to sleep.
The day finally came for Brittany and Santana to meet with the Lopezes and the Latina was terrified as they sat in her car outside of her house. Her childhood home was larger and fancier than the Pierces' house but somehow that made it seem all the more intimidating.
"How are you feeling?" Brittany took her hand in hers, tanging their fingers together and watching her girlfriend closely.
"It feels weird to be back. I-I don't know if I can do this." She stuttered, taking a deep breath. Her stomach felt tied up in knots. She was imagining so many disastrous scenarios.
Brittany tried her best to reassure her but she knew there was no way of getting around how stern Santana's family could be.
"Baby, don't worry so much. It might not be as bad as you think. If it gets really bad, we can leave."
"Let's just get this over with."
Santana knew Brittany was right. They had to do this at some time or another. Brittany kept close to her side, trying to give her girlfriend as much support as she could.
Maribel was standing outside the door flanked by some of her sisters and watching Santana with narrowed eyes as she made her way over. Santana was just grateful that she hadn't seen her father, Antonio or Alma Lopez around because that would just make this all the more terrifying.
Santana noticed the way her mother's eyes opened wide when she saw how Brittany and Santana were in an obvious couple-ish pose with the Latina's arm settled around the blonde's waist.
The last her mother had heard of their relationship status, they had broken up months ago and Santana had been a wreck about it. Maribel hadn't known how to handle her.
"Mami, there's something you should know before we start. I'm not sure how you're going to feel about this but I'm just going to say it. Brittany and I are dating again."
Maribel's eyes instantly dropped to Brittany's growing baby bump and her eyes widened. Santana already knew this wasn't going to go well at all.
"Oh… and she's pregnant." Santana added awkwardly. Maribel pressed a hand to her chest and looked like she was about to pass out right there. Her mother's voice went up a few pitches, like it usually did when she was feeling awkward or uncomfortable about something.
"Pregnant! H-how far along are you?"
"Seventeen months," Brittany blurted, then seeing the bewildered expressions from Maribel and Santana's aunts as they fell silent, she realized her error. "Oops, I mean just over four months. I'm in the seventeenth week."
"Santana, can we talk privately?"
Santana squirmed and noticed the way her girlfriend's face fell. She didn't want Brittany to feel hurt and she dreaded whatever Maribel was about to tell her. She could tell from the energy she felt from her mother and her serious facial expression that it wouldn't go well. Santana was already preparing herself for battle.
"In the kitchen, right now."
"Fine." Santana huffed. She shared a worried look with Brittany, grimacing as her mother followed closely behind her with that same unreadable expression on her face.
"She's pregnant?! You didn't think to tell me that?" Maribel rounded on her as soon as the door was closed behind them. "You didn't think to tell me you two are dating again?"
"I- I, yeah - I didn't know how to…"
"She's the real reason why you came back, isn't it?"
Santana nodded, zipping her lips and knowing that anything she said was going to set her mother off even more but there was no point denying it.
"Now I finally understand. I knew you too well not to know there wasn't more to that story. Don't tell me that girl cheated on you and you went back to her?!" Maribel whisper-shouted at her. Santana's jaw dropped and she shook her head vigorously. "Santana, I didn't raise you to be a fool or a doormat."
"What?! Of course not. It's not like that. It's nothing like that."
"Then what happened? Be honest with me. We're running out of explanations. Artificial insemination? How is she having a baby?"
"It might be more than one baby." Santana blabbed without thinking, instantly regretting it when she realized she had landed herself into even deeper hot water with her own big mouth.
"Oh my God, even better. I'm going to faint."
"He's my baby, okay?! He's our baby. He's half-Lopez, half-Pierce and he's your grandson."
"How can that be the case? I wasn't born yesterday."
"I knew you would never understand. I- I got her pregnant. Mom, listen to me. I know you won't believe this but I'm going to tell you because it's the truth. It's magic. We did a spell together… that involved us sleeping together."
"Magic? What on earth are you telling me now?"
Santana held her palms up defensively, stepping away as her mother looked like she was about to murder her.
"That's what it was. You have to believe me. I didn't know things like that were real at first but I'm telling you, there's no other explanation. I'm the only one she slept with. It was um... a sex spell, we did."
Maribel remained silent for a long time and Santana's stomach lurched as she wondered how her mother was going to react to this if she believed any part of it.
"So what you're saying is, you two took part in a spell that made her pregnant?"
"Yeah… that's kind of how it happened. Believe me, it was a shock to me too when she showed up at my door to tell me that."
"Santana Maria Lopez! You- you went and got her pregnant! Why the hell did you go and do that?!" Maribel was practically chasing her around the kitchen now and brandishing a dishcloth threateningly, looking as if she was about to slap her with it. "Stupid!"
"Mami! Stop! I- I didn't mean to. It was an accident."
"How would you get her pregnant by accident? How did you have sex by accident?! What, did you slip and fall inside of her?"
Santana felt her cheeks burn and cringed, covering her face with both hands.
"Oh my God, Mami. Can we not talk about that?"
"Oh my lord. She's still in high school. You're living in her house and you still haven't even finished a full year of college. You haven't found a good job. This is… a lot to take in. I don't even know how to explain this to your father and the rest of our family. All I know is that if you were my son, I would say you should do the responsible thing and marry that girl."
"Well… the thing is," Santana was overwhelmed with nerves, thinking about how she already had a ring hidden in Brittany's cupboard at the Pierce house. Then she realized what her mother was saying and took offence. "Whoa, wait a minute, what difference does it make if I'm your daughter?"
"It's just different, Santana. You know that."
"No, I don't know. You're starting to sound like Abuela. You accepted us dating, so why is this different? I thought you were better than this."
"I don't mean to act like your grandmother. I meant what I said. You should do the responsible thing. Get a proper job and marry that girl. I want my grandchild to at least be raised in a stable home."
Maybe her mother was right about this one thing. The longer Santana thought about it, the more she realized that being married to Brittany was how she was eventually meant to be all along. She had fantasized so many times about what the girl would look like in a stunning white wedding dress.
"I knew it was a mistake for you to get so caught up in that girl when you're so young. You're too captivated with her. You two were having sex all over our house all the time, weren't you? You could be so successful if you moved on to better things."
"Mami, stop it! I love Brittany. You're living through me again," Santana grunted. "You always do this. I know you're frustrated because your music career didn't work out but you can't expect me to have the same dreams as you."
Of course, her mother just deflected from this, rolling her eyes like Santana expected she would.
"Brittany's parents - they're accepting of all of this?"
"They are. They've never judged us."
"What do you want to do with your career?"
"I- I don't know."
"You better think fast, Mami. You've got a kid on the way."
"Our family is rich." Santana mumbled and her mother gave her a murderous look so she zipped her lips, wisely choosing not to finish her thought out loud.
"I just wanted you to make something of yourself and be responsible. I can't say I'm happy with this but if this is what you've chosen, there's nothing more I can do about it. You've always done whatever you really wanted to do regardless of what I say."
"Just don't make Brittany feel bad. Please. You're making her feel like my family doesn't like her."
Maribel just pressed her lips together. By the time they were done, Maribel just shook her head at her as Santana stormed away furiously with her fists clenched at her sides. The rest of the extended Lopez family watched them judgmentally and Santana could tell they were dying to know what they were talking about.
"Whatever, Mom. I'm leaving." Santana huffed.
"If that's what you want, I can't stop you." Her mother responded coldly.
"That didn't go so well." Brittany deadpanned when they were finally alone in the car on their way back home. She took one look at Santana's face and knew what was going on.
"You're telling me…" Santana groaned as she slumped over into the driver's seat. "She doesn't like anything about this. I feel like my family has disowned me even more than they already had."
"I'm sorry, Baby. We'll be your family." Brittany kissed her cheek, taking Santana's hand and holding it against her bump with her own hand covering it.
"You're right. When it comes down to it, you're the only family I need."
It was the night before Christmas Eve.
Santana was completely enthralled as she lay on her back and Brittany moved on top of her fluidly. The blonde had insisted on fucking herself on Santana's lap with that red toy she liked so much and Santana sure as fuck was not going to argue anymore after she started doing it. It was one the sexiest things she had ever seen in her life.
They had silly arguments in the past because Santana insisted that she could fuck her better than her stupid toys but then Brittany had countered with, "Prove it." and no further words needed to be said.
Santana was starting to think that the toys were a strategy from her lover to get Santana to fuck her harder and prove she was better than them. If so, her ploy was definitely working.
Santana was still watching her in arousal after the first round.
Brittany smirked, rolling her eyes fondly and lay down on her side as she got Santana strapped in with the toy. She already knew what Santana wanted and she wiggled her ass, pushing back into her lover's hips when Santana spooned her, slipping her arms around her waist from behind and beginning to make love to her that way.
She was determined to make this Christmas special and fun for Brittany after the guilt she felt about the way Tina's party had been ruined for the blonde.
She didn't know why it made her so happy when she saw that Whitney had stockings put up - not only for her immediate family but also for Santana and one for what the older blonde referred to as "My Grandbabies." Whitney had fully latched onto Brittany's theory that she was having more than one. Of course, in true Pierce tradition, all of the stockings were a bright pink.
On Christmas Day, Santana managed to finally pull Brittany away for some private time after all of the excitement of her family being together. They had awakened early that morning to the sound of Stacy squealing, along with the loud voices of Brittany's parents.
Breakfast was cinnamon rolls with hot chocolate. Then Santana noticed that all of the stockings except for one were filled with chocolate and candy for each of them. The baby's stocking had some adorable baby booties with little cats on them and onesies in many colours.
They wanted to exchange gifts in private. Santana had given Brittany some little things when the family were exchanging gifts together, like socks with cats on them, chocolates and other things but she wanted to give her the bigger and much more important gift when they were alone.
She felt kind of guilty when Brittany gave her a really nice gift - a very expensive ruby and gold heart necklace Santana had her eye on for a while - and it probably seemed to the blonde that those little treats were all she was getting but Brittany didn't seem disappointed.
"Wait, I didn't get to give you my gift yet, Beautiful."
"I already have the greatest gifts I could ever want," Brittany smiled, pointing at her stomach. "Our kitten and you being here with me at Christmas. Besides, you already got me some cute things."
"There's something else."
"Ooo a special, secret present just for me?! Can you give me any hints?"
"Your present includes… a very special question."
"I didn't know you could do that. Now you've really got me confused. Does this have anything to do with that secret surprise you're not letting me see in my bedroom?"
"Shh. Close your eyes."
"Okay." Brittany giggled, twirling around a little in excitement. Santana guided her in carefully.
When Brittany opened her eyes, she found the lights dimmed and her room re-decorated with bouquets of pink roses and a heart made of rose petals on the bed.
"Santana! It's so beautiful."
Brittany was totally confused at first when Santana bent down on one knee.
Then she realized what was really going on. Santana took out a little silver box and held Brittany's left hand in hers.
"I know that we have so much to do and think about with the baby coming and we don't have to do this right away but I just want you to know that I want this with you so badly. I want you to be mine forever, whether that means having our wedding months or years from now. I wanted to do this somewhere super special, maybe on a beach on some tropical island somewhere perfect… but this is a special place for us. We made our magic here."
Santana was watching her with those loving dark brown eyes, smiling at her the whole time but Brittany could hear a slight nervous edge to her voice.
"What I really want to ask you is, Brittany S. Pierce, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" Brittany squealed happily, throwing her arms around Santana's neck after the Latina had slipped the ring onto her finger. Nothing more needed to be said as they danced around together, exchanging kisses. Brittany couldn't stop staring at her ring, which was white gold with a pink diamond. They could plan everything later but for now she just wanted to enjoy every moment with Santana.
They got a belated Christmas gift when it was time for them to go for Brittany's second ultrasound at eighteen weeks.
"Everything's fine. Mommy and baby will be fine. There's no need to panic, Santana." The doctor informed them calmly, chuckling softly as Santana had this look on her face like she was going to start freaking out.
Everyone could tell how terrified Santana was as she stood close the entire time and hovered beside Brittany, who was also a little nervous but handling things better. Santana practically radiated anxious energy.
Brittany's doctor, a woman in her forties with a friendly face and long, dark blonde hair was giving them a strange little smile with a twinkle in her eye that Santana wasn't sure what to make of. The brunette narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
This doctor had assumed that Brittany was pregnant by artificial insemination, thinking that Brittany was joking when she accidentally blurted out that it was Santana's baby by magic, and part of Santana wanted to correct her but she knew better than to make trouble for them.
At least Brittany's doctor was open-minded enough to not judge her for having a pregnancy in high school or for dating another girl and never made either of them feel uncomfortable. They were beyond grateful for that, especially in a place like Lima.
"There is something else you should know, though."
"What is it?" Brittany asked, starting to get worried and Santana was getting equally alarmed when she saw that sly smirk on the doctor's face. "Is something wrong?"
"You're actually not having a baby."
The two stared at her in shock for a moment. Santana wondered if she was hearing her correctly. Her temper flared.
"Excuse me?" She snapped. "But… earlier you said… ? What are you trying to say here? Is this some kind of joke?"
"She's having three babies. Congratulations, Moms! You're having triplets!"
Santana fainted on the spot.
When she finally regained consciousness, Brittany and the doctor were leaning over her, watching her with concern. Her fiancée helped her into a chair. Santana was still trying to process it all.
"H-how did this happen?"
"It's pretty random, so not something either of you did or had any control over," The doctor explained with another quiet laugh. "It seems like the other two were sneaky and hiding from me the first time I did your ultrasound."
"Sneaky! That's very Lopez-Pierce of them somehow." Brittany smiled.
"This explains all of the symptoms you mentioned - the food cravings, morning sickness up to now, not to mention how big she is already. Having triplets makes the typical pregnancy symptoms more intense. Adding to that, taller women like Brittany are more likely to have multiples. Would you like to know their genders?"
Santana glanced over at Brittany. She wanted it to be a surprise deep down but she wanted Brittany to have some say in this decision as well and left it up to her.
"You know what, let's just keep it a surprise," Brittany eventually said. "What do you think, San?"
"That works for me too." She grinned.
Brittany was stunned but delighted. Not only had the universe given them one perfect Lopez-Pierce baby but three. It was so exciting.
As scary as it was, she couldn't help but also feel even happier somehow that she was having more than one. This meant that even if they never had a baby together again, at least they'd always have three siblings to play together and keep each other company.
"How do you feel?" Santana asked her girlfriend, who had been unusually quiet since they got home, though she couldn't blame her after having that major life-changing news dropped on her.
"It's a little scary having all these babies in there but the more the merrier," Brittany wiped a happy tear from her eye. "I get to have three babies with you."
"My fiancée's in high school and having triplets. Okay, I definitely need to get a better job and my mother is definitely going to murder me." She groaned but she felt so over the moon as she flopped back on the bed with Brittany.
"Three is close to the number of babies I imagined having with you." Brittany mused.
"How many is that in total?" Santana laughed nervously.
"Six. Actually it used to be ten at first then I decided on six because that's my life path number in numerology. Plus, if you're a nine and I'm a six, then you know what that means. It's so fitting for us."
"S-six?!"
Santana paled, stunned when she heard that and she laughed a little nervously trying to play it cool even though she felt she was having heart palpitations. Brittany just giggled with a teasing look in her eyes, kissing her cheek.
"It's okay. I'm teasing you. Three are more than enough for now." Brittany pulled her close and they both couldn't get enough of kissing each other.
Santana took her out for Breadstix after that, since she reasoned that with three babies, her lover needed as much nourishment as she could get. Brittany was not going to argue with that logic.